A/N I'm terribly sorry for the lengthy wait but I had approximately 10 days at home this summer and simply didn't have the time to write. But here you are, I hope that you enjoy it! And thanks much to my beautiful beta Cherry Blossom Petals Falling!

A week later Santana discovered a note. She was looking for her eyeliner- Brittany was coming to lunch and Santana wanted to impress - when she discovered the artfully folded piece of paper.

My place. 11:00.

His handwriting really was beaut- no! What the hell was she thinking?! No, she couldn't think like that. She had Brittany, and her job, and her wonderful life, she couldn't let her thoughts stray towards that vile excuse of an actor!

"Santana, are you ready yet? We're going to be late, do you really want Britt to sit there by herself?" Morgan said as she barged in and began to eat the candy that Santana always kept on her desk.

"Yeah," she shook her head to clear it, "let's go."

xxx

My place. 11:00.

The words baffled her. Sure, she was used to the notes by now and the occasionally odd locations, but she had never been to his house. She had always assumed that it was off limits for the same reason her house was off limits: privacy.

Nevertheless at 10:59 she stood outside the mansion Sebastian called home. She always knew he was wealthy but she had never thought he would be this loaded! He must have had money coming out of his ass. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, which opened immediately.

"Come in," Sebastian said as he gestured her inside. She entered the house, taking in the grand architecture and decorative and useless furniture.

"This way." Sebastian led her past the entry way and several doors, up a staircase, down another hallway, and into what she could only assume was his room.

In stark contrast to the rest of the house, the room looked like every other teenager's room, just cleaner. She sneered at the neat pile of note cards laying on his desk. What a nerd. He sat down on the bed indicated that she do the same.

"With graduation looming this is probably our last meeting," Sebastian commented.

"Woop-de-doo," Santana said, rolling her eyes. This was far from news.

"I suppose you are wondering why we have this change of scenery."

"Beds are more comfortable than car seats?" she asked sarcastically.

He chuckled, the asshole.

"I was thinking more along the lines of toys." Santana snapped her head towards him as he moved to open a chest she hadn't seen before. Toys. She loved toys. Normally. She had a feeling that these toys would do more than pleasure her.

"What kind of toys?" she asked suspiciously. He chuckled again, douche.

"Just the run-of-the-mill sex toys, nothing to worry about. You intimidated?" he teased with the quirk of an eyebrow.

"Oh please," she answered, rolling her eyes.

But she didn't believe him. With him everything warranted worry.

She looked inside the box.

xxx

Santana had to do a lot of searching to find Sebastian's place. He was unlisted so she had had to worm it out of Britt's company.

She could have stopped searching. She told herself she kept going because of Britt's safety but she knew that wasn't true. If this was going to be anything like the first time she wanted to be there. She just couldn't resist. She loved toys.

She slipped out of the elevator and checked the note she had made to herself. Apartment 617. She walked down the hall, finding his apartment at the very end. One knocked.

"Santana," Sebastian acknowledged quietly as he opened the door.

"Sebastian," she imitated mockingly, as she walked into his apartment.

"Make yourself at home," he said, gesturing around. Santana took in the scenery. Modern, elegant, simple. Everything one would expect for an up and coming actor. "Wine?"

"Beer."

"If you may remember I don't drink beer, and this is my apartment, so there's no beer." He dangled a glass of wine in her face.

"Anything to make your face look better," she retorted, accepting the glass.

"No amount of alcohol can make my face look better, it's already perfect," he said. Santana took a sip and squinted at him.

"I beg to differ," she replied. He rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, as you may have garnered from my note, this will be our last tryst. I'm due to leave in a week."

"You said that last time but you're going to come crawling back the next time we're in the same city."

"Don't pretend to know me well enough to predict my actions." He spoke with slight impatience.

"I think we both know that's not true." They stared at each other intently.

"Well, I think it is time we ended the small talk and got down to business," he said with a flourish and a clap of his hands.

"I heartily agree." Santana finished her wine and stood up, unsure of where the bedroom was. "Point the way."

"Right here will do just fine," Sebastian said, slapping his knee.

"Oh no, no, I put the effort into finding where you live, we're going to do this in a nice, soft, bed."

"My sheets are 1000 thread count and white. There is no way you're ruining them like you ruin my car."

"I ruin?" she asked incredulously, "you're the one leaving me notes."

"And you're the one who shows up."

"You blackmailed me," she emphasized with vehemence.

"You like it."

"I do not!" Santana exclaimed, outraged. What the hell gave him the right to say that?

"Santana, if you know me well enough to predict my future actions, then I sure as hell know you well enough to tell when you like something."

"You have no proof."

"For example," he said, interrupting her, "you stop paying attention two minutes in." Santana froze.

"That's bullshit."

"Oh baby, I can tell when you go to your happy place." She paused.

"Don't call me baby," she said stiffly. He stood up, advancing on her.

"I can call you whatever I want, baby." She started to back up, only to hit her knees against the couch.

"Stop it," she said nervously as he forced her to sit down.

"But isn't this what you came here for?" He caressed her cheek, "Something new?" She shivered.

She just wanted the toys, right?

No, she was doing this because Sebastian threatened Britt. That was it. Not the sex. Nope. Not the sex.

Even though the toys were fantastic.

She couldn't even think that way with Sebastian's hands moving around like that. He settled down on top her her, his heat radiating through her. He gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face. A strange, kind gesture.

"So what's this something new you had in mind?" she asked, slightly breathless, when she trusted herself to talk. His lips brushed her neck.

"You staying awake for the whole show," he replied. Santana winced as his teeth closed on her neck, expecting pain, but all she felt was a slight tingle of pleasure. Had Sebastian lost his mind? This wasn't how things were supposed to go. He wasn't supposed to be caring. She needed a reason to hate him, goddammit.

But no, this was sweet, slow, maybe even kind. Everything Sebastian was not and never supposed to be. Santana even found herself twisting her fingers through his perfect hair as his equally perfect hands found their way to the zipper on her dress.

What was she doing? This wasn't right. This wasn't how things went. This was - naked. She was naked. On Sebastian's couch.

Now that just wasn't fair. She fumbled with buttons on his sickeningly well-fitted shirt, ripping it off to reveal his bare skin.

Then - his pants having mysteriously disappeared - they were flush up against each other. Santana's skin was on fire. Every molecule in her body screamed for more. More touch, more movement, more anything.

Her body wasn't disappointed.

xxx

Santana was woken by a stream of sunlight shining directly on her face. Blinking angrily, she took her a moment to realize where she was. Mostly because she didn't recognize where she was.

For one, she was in a bed. In a room decorated much like the room she had fallen asleep in the night before. But not the same room. The five billion thread count sheets around her would indicate that this was Sebastian's room. She sat up quickly, unnerved.

At some point after she had fallen asleep (an oddity in itself) her fuck buddy had picked her up, clothed her, and moved her here.

This was absolutely not okay. This, Sebastian being nice- what the hell? This, this was couple-like behavior. As was what they had done last night. No, this was completely, fucking, not okay.

Well, that was somewhat of a lie, she was quite okay with last night, more than okay.

But not the whole being clothed and then moved while she was sleeping. Who knew what other sick things he had done? She gave herself a quick once over. No new cuts or bruises or anything of the kind.

Panicking more because of that fact more than anything else, she shot out of the bed and into the living room, frantically searching for her purse. After she found it, she quickly slipped on her shoes and headed out the door, not even noticing the figure sitting in the corner.